i’m like a street lamp
to these young runaways,
in that I shed light
on life,
in these backstreets
and alleyways.
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please forgive my lack of social graces,
but may i share one of my observations?
I don’t mean to be abrasive
but, I can’t see any joy in your smiling faces.
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i help these young scamp
castaways,
navigate,
an inner city
full of dead ends paths,
that tantalize
and fascinate.
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please forgive my lack of social graces,
but may i share one of my observations?
I don’t mean to be abrasive
but, I can’t see any joy in your smiling faces.
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i’m just an old tramp,
i don’t provide maps
to these young punk
scallywags,
i simply show
them how to stay out of body bags,
that one tends to get led astray
and become eternally lost
in this labyrinth
of neon lights
and dark passageways,
when they feel
that something inside themselves is missing
and look outside themselves for something
to compensate.